Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.